glancing nervously behind us as we walk away from the bachelor 'wing'.
His laugh is wicked and throaty, “You are unattached, which makes potential suitors behave like eejits. Especially this crowd who all want to step up to fight for your hand. If you didn't have Ewan's authority protecting you this place would be in chaos right now.”
Ewan's authority? Finally I have a brain to pick for information. Stepping into my 'international spy-girl stilettos', I lean into his solid strength and put on my sweet smile, “Oh? And what makes him so important?”
Before Alweada can answer, a fucking huge bird with a wingspan that fills the tunnel's width comes swooping over our heads, flying like a mothman out of a Keel novel.
“Holy fuck!” I squeak, ducking for cover.
“ It's just Adam, no need to be afraid,” he says, as if this kind of activity is perfectly normal on any given day, including witch Fridays.
“ That was … like … a raptor thingamajig thing!”
He gives me this strange nose-quirk lopsided smile, “Oh right, you don't know that part yet.”
“What part?”
“ I'll let Ewan tell you. I don't feel like pissing him off after what happened this morning.”
“ What happened this morning?” I ask.
“ That shithead ex boyfriend of yours, and Gunn–”
“ Who's Gunn?”
He drops his arm from me, holding his hands up in the motion of surrender, “I'm shutting up now before I put my foot in it again. I refuse to answer any more questions. If you want answers interrogate the chief.”
“And who the fuck is the chief? Jesus, you have more riddles than a Chinese prophet,” I snap, getting riled now.
He gives me a queer look, “For a brunette you're sure blonder than an Essex girl at times.”
“Call me a chav again and I'll plant my fist in your eye,” I warn, damn annoyed, alarmed, and confused.
If he simply answered a straight question with a straight answer a boatload of aggravation could be avoided, yet the threat of physical violence seems to have made his day because he's now giving me the 'interested' stare.
*
Ewan:
I suffocate on my laugh until she's out of earshot.
Too damn defiant for words! I love her feisty fire. She's been dunked headfirst in the deep end and yet she doesn't back down.
If she was just that wee bit more confident she would have told me to go fuck myself, and I would have calmly told her I just did. That would have really twisted her garters as I'd just offered her the shower next.
Haha!
This is a test of character. She wants to call for me and is fighting it. Courage is to walk through the fear. True courage has doubts, it knows the risks, yet it advances regardless. Not recklessly, but with the caution she's now employing. She's a survivor and no two bit tosser could take that away from her. She's an eagle through and through. They don't care if they're alone, they need no one.
And that, my dear, is about to change.
Adam dives into the room just as I'm pulling jeans on, he's so alarmed his thoughts are jumbling and rambling before he gets a word out.
Holding up my hand in the 'slow down' gesture, I point to the chair. “Catch your breath first. Whatever it is, assemble your thoughts, and deliver them after I've got my boots on.”
He splats in the chair with spidery legs splayed, his arms flung out either side, his chest heaving with exertion. He must have flown flat out without stopping.
Okay, maybe I should be alarmed. Who do I have to murder now? Was her trunk filled with skeletons instead of corsets?
Dressed, I sit opposite him, “Okay son, let's have at it.”
“ We got there just as a crew who look like us, dress like us, speak like us, and fucking smell like us, blew up the entrance to the Raven's nest.”
“ What do you mean?” I scowl, already knowing what he's going to tell me.
“ We've been framed for an attack on the Raven clan. We were fired at in the conflict. Aiden's been clipped but he'll make it. We didn't have a
His laugh is wicked and throaty, “You are unattached, which makes potential suitors behave like eejits. Especially this crowd who all want to step up to fight for your hand. If you didn't have Ewan's authority protecting you this place would be in chaos right now.”
Ewan's authority? Finally I have a brain to pick for information. Stepping into my 'international spy-girl stilettos', I lean into his solid strength and put on my sweet smile, “Oh? And what makes him so important?”
Before Alweada can answer, a fucking huge bird with a wingspan that fills the tunnel's width comes swooping over our heads, flying like a mothman out of a Keel novel.
“Holy fuck!” I squeak, ducking for cover.
“ It's just Adam, no need to be afraid,” he says, as if this kind of activity is perfectly normal on any given day, including witch Fridays.
“ That was … like … a raptor thingamajig thing!”
He gives me this strange nose-quirk lopsided smile, “Oh right, you don't know that part yet.”
“What part?”
“ I'll let Ewan tell you. I don't feel like pissing him off after what happened this morning.”
“ What happened this morning?” I ask.
“ That shithead ex boyfriend of yours, and Gunn–”
“ Who's Gunn?”
He drops his arm from me, holding his hands up in the motion of surrender, “I'm shutting up now before I put my foot in it again. I refuse to answer any more questions. If you want answers interrogate the chief.”
“And who the fuck is the chief? Jesus, you have more riddles than a Chinese prophet,” I snap, getting riled now.
He gives me a queer look, “For a brunette you're sure blonder than an Essex girl at times.”
“Call me a chav again and I'll plant my fist in your eye,” I warn, damn annoyed, alarmed, and confused.
If he simply answered a straight question with a straight answer a boatload of aggravation could be avoided, yet the threat of physical violence seems to have made his day because he's now giving me the 'interested' stare.
*
Ewan:
I suffocate on my laugh until she's out of earshot.
Too damn defiant for words! I love her feisty fire. She's been dunked headfirst in the deep end and yet she doesn't back down.
If she was just that wee bit more confident she would have told me to go fuck myself, and I would have calmly told her I just did. That would have really twisted her garters as I'd just offered her the shower next.
Haha!
This is a test of character. She wants to call for me and is fighting it. Courage is to walk through the fear. True courage has doubts, it knows the risks, yet it advances regardless. Not recklessly, but with the caution she's now employing. She's a survivor and no two bit tosser could take that away from her. She's an eagle through and through. They don't care if they're alone, they need no one.
And that, my dear, is about to change.
Adam dives into the room just as I'm pulling jeans on, he's so alarmed his thoughts are jumbling and rambling before he gets a word out.
Holding up my hand in the 'slow down' gesture, I point to the chair. “Catch your breath first. Whatever it is, assemble your thoughts, and deliver them after I've got my boots on.”
He splats in the chair with spidery legs splayed, his arms flung out either side, his chest heaving with exertion. He must have flown flat out without stopping.
Okay, maybe I should be alarmed. Who do I have to murder now? Was her trunk filled with skeletons instead of corsets?
Dressed, I sit opposite him, “Okay son, let's have at it.”
“ We got there just as a crew who look like us, dress like us, speak like us, and fucking smell like us, blew up the entrance to the Raven's nest.”
“ What do you mean?” I scowl, already knowing what he's going to tell me.
“ We've been framed for an attack on the Raven clan. We were fired at in the conflict. Aiden's been clipped but he'll make it. We didn't have a
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